Blue Planet (sci fi, D/s, wife) Chapter Three, part 1

Robert was still shaking his head in stunned disbelief five minutes later as
he, Debbie and the gaunt man rode down in the elevator back to the long white
tunnel from which they had come into the second floor of the White House.
When he looked over at Debbie she was smiling adoringly at him which only
caused him to roll his eyes and shake his head again. The gaunt man was
droning on as if it didn’t matter whether there was anyone there to hear him
or not. "There is a small spaceport just outside the city" he was saying. "It
fell into disrepair when the invaders ordered all space travel banned, but
then the tourists wanted to come gloat over their conquest and it was
reopened for them. It does not receive much traffic. We know of a secret
maintenance tunnel to very near the departure lounge. That is where we will
slip you among the passengers scheduled to depart on the flight that is
taking off in exactly twelve hours. First, of course, you will have to
undergo some rather extensive training." "Training" Robert said, once again
surprised. "In twelve hours?" "This is not the sort of training you would
think of" the gaunt man said tonelessly. "It will be done electronically.
Everything you need to know, the details of the mission as well as some
extensive background information about history, politics and so on from the
last three hundred years will be digitally implanted into your brains, as
well as… well, some necessary adjustments in your outlook and attitudes. It
will also include a complete understanding and fluency in a dozen different,
common alien languages." "Wait a minute" Robert said quickly "what do you
mean ‘adjustments to our attitudes’". "It is vital" the gaunt man said "that
you be able to pass as the persons you will be imitating. In order to do
that, you must be able to understand how they act and think." "And you’re
just going to shoot all this knowledge into our brains, is that it?" "In a
word, yes." The little gaunt man looked at him, his gaze calm and level. "Do
not be alarmed. You will still be yourselves. You will simply have the
knowledge and information necessary to successfully pass as those you will
pretend to be." "It’s not going to fry our minds or anything, is it" Robert
said. "Certainly not" the gaunt little man said. "Most of it will be in the
form of deep implants on your subconscious. You won’t even know what you know
until you need to know it. Then it will be like any other memory which will
come into your thoughts as it normally would." Robert nodded, still not
convinced but no longer willing or able to think up arguments for what now
seemed inevitable. They rode the rest of the way down in silence. At last the
elevator reached the bottom level, the doors opened and there, once again,
was the small cart. Without a word they all climbed back aboard, the gaunt
man now behind the wheel, and were off, further down the tunnel. The ride
took a further half hour before the cart came to a stop and the gaunt man
ushered them through a sliding panel in the tunnel wall into a large, white
room with glowing walls. There were two more of the dwarfish men, their
tunics a light pink color, as well as two metallic devices that appeared to
Robert to be a cross between a dentist chair and some contraption more likely
to be found in a beauty parlor. Extending out over the headrest of each chair
an a jointed arm was a large metal bowl. The gaunt man extended an arm in the
direction of the chairs. "Please" he said "you on the left, she on the
right." Robert hesitated, feeling Debbie’s hand lightly touch his arm.
"Please" the little gaunt man repeated "there is not much time." Robert
looked around the room, at the waiting dwarves whom he now realized were
technicians of some sort, and finally fixed his gaze on Debbie. Turning to
her he took her arms in his hands and stared hard into her eyes. "Are you
sure about this" he said. "Absolutely sure." She smiled up at him, a smile of
pure love and calm resolve, and nodded. He pulled her into his arms and they
held each other tightly for a long moment. Then they stepped apart and Debbie
turned, gliding gracefully across the room to settle daintily into the
indicated chair. Robert watched her go and moved somewhat more slowly to the
other seat, slipping into it, feeling the chill of the metal against his bare
legs. He placed his arms on the cold rests and leaned his head back, trying
to remain calm and composed. One of the pink tuniced dwarves bustled over and
lifted straps from under one of  the armrests, quickly folding them over
closing them across Roberts arm. Robert flinched, starting to jerk his arm
back. "Please" the gaunt man said patiently "it is all part of the procedure.
To prevent injury from loss of muscle control." Still suspicious Robert
relaxed a bit and allowed the dwarf to strap down the arm. As this happened
Robert looked over and saw the other dwarf was already securing a calm and
relaxed Debbie into her seat. By the time the dwarves stepped around the
chairs and carefully lowered the large bowl-like helmet objects down over
their heads, Robert and Debbie were securely fastened to the reclining chairs
at wrist, ankle, calf, thigh, upper arm, chest and waist. They could not have
moved had they wanted to. "Please relax now" the gaunt man said, from
somewhere outside the covering bowls that came down over both their heads to
just below their chins. "You are perfectly safe. In fact, you might even find
it interesting." Robert hoped that was so. The gaunt man turned to where one
of the dwarves was standing next to a small panel in the wall and nodded. The
dwarf reached up and pressed the single button on the panel. Instantly both
bound bodies arched in the seats, straining hard against the straps, their
lungs expanding, diaphragms fluttering, fingers extended and twitching. The
gaunt man saw that the male’s organ leaped to an almost instant, hard,
trembling erection while a dark, moist stain quickly appeared at the crotch
of the woman’s strange garment. A moment later he could hear them beginning
to moan and whine in tiny spasms of sound from under the indoctrination
hoods. He turned and nodded at the technicians who moved quickly to a door
and into the next room to fetch the garments they would dress the fully
indoctrinated agents in as they rested after the conclusion of the training.
With luck, they would be fully ready before they had to board the vessel that
would take them to a distant world where the fate of this sad and lovely blue
planet would finally be decided. At least the gaunt man hoped that would be
the case.

Debbie slowly opened her eyes. She tingled all over, as if her body was
glowing, radiating an energy she’d never felt before, despite the stiffness
in her muscles. But what locked her attention immediately was the deep,
slowly rhythmic tingle of arousal that seemed to lap up from her very center
like small, lazy waves against a sandy shore. "Oh my" she breathed quietly,
her tone amazed. She had never felt so strong, so sure, so calm, nor such a
firm, hard rumbling of constant sexual desire before. It was as if she had
suddenly awakened to the knowledge that she was a queen or goddess, fit to be
worshiped and free to regard or disregard as most suited her. She might just
have easily whispered ‘of course’, like someone having had a quiet yet
profound epiphany about the way the universe was meant to function. And never
had she felt such a physical need. Her pussy was almost literally aching with
each throbbing pulse of whimpering desire. She could feel her clit engorged
and ready to be touched and pleasured, the lips of her cunt swollen with
rich, hot blood, the depths of her fluttering, clenching and moist, aching to
be filled with a hard, throbbing cock. She jolted, stunned by her own
thoughts. What was happening to her, she wondered. To even think those words,
those ideas. Certainly she had been aroused in her life, many times, but
always at such moments she had floated like a feather on thoughts of the
love, fulfillment and perfection of joining with her one true soul mate,
enjoying the tingling rush merely as anticipation of what it represented. But
now, for the first time, all her mind could fix upon was the undeniable,
silent, deep, internal longing to simply be fucked. It was as if she had
awakened to a world in which something that before this moment had never been
a part of her yet now she could only think of as a simple, basic, ordinary
right that was somehow being denied her to her very great annoyance. She
blinked and her mind turned outward, her eyes finally getting some attention
in her thoughts. She saw that she was still seated in the awkwardly shaped,
metallic seat, but now the many restraining straps had been removed. She
surprised herself once again with the fleeting, unbidden thought that she
would have to see that whoever had dared do that to her, treat her with such
disrespect was suitably punished. She furrowed her brow. Where had that
thought come from she suddenly wondered. That was just mean to think such a
thing… wasn’t it? Or was it. She turned her head and saw Robert still seated
in his own identical chair, also unbound but laying quietly with his eyes
closed. By Helsha, he was a nice property she thought. An instant later she
blinked in surprise. Helsha? Then, as if from memory, it came to her. Oh, of
course, Helsha, the Mother Goddess of the race. Not that anyone really
believed in her any more, not for a thousand years or so. But she was still
invoked occasionally as an expletive or emphasis. Wait a minute, Debbie
thought. How did I know that? Again, the answer drifted up to her. Ah, yes,
the implants… the training. It had flooded her mind with all the experience
of a normal lifetime, all the knowledge and learning, so that she could
pretend to be…. to be who, she wondered for a moment. Then it came to her.
Jem Alaasha. That’s my name. Or rather the name of the person I’m pretending
to be. She leaned back and closed her eyes for a moment, drawing in a deep
breath and letting the strength flood through her once more. My name is Jem
Alaasha, she thought, and I am a Quizasse, which she realized was a sort of a
minor nobility, of the House of Imitia. I’m also very, very rich and my role
in life is…. a sly, cat-like smile spread over her lips …my role in life is
to wallow in pleasure. Oh all kinds. I’ve traveled all over the conquered
worlds, and only recently came here, to this Terra, to sample some of the -
Her head spun, eyes locking on Robert. To sample, she repeated in her mind,
some of the local pleasure slaves. Her stomach began to flutter, clenching
and trembling, even as her pussy seemed almost to cry out with need. A
sudden, violent war of feelings had erupted in her mind. A part of her was
looking over at her husband, who she had, less than a day before, pledged to
love, honor and obey. But the other part was staring not at Robert, but at
Jex Alaasho, her life-slave… sold to her no more than a year ago, whose role
was to keep her company, share her bed when she desired it, minister to her
pleasure when it suited her and see that her life was as carefree as
possible. She was looking at her property. And somewhere in the distant
recesses of her thoughts she enjoyed the idea. Even at that moment she longed
to simply bark his name, spread her legs and have him down between them, his
breath tickling the fine, soft hair around her pussy, his tongue expertly
tickling and stroking her aching clit as she pulled him smotheringly close
against her by a fistful of his long, brown hair. Even more than that…. she
wanted to fuck him until he was weeping and begging. She wanted his cock deep
inside her, spurting into her, scalding her insides with his cum.
Unconsciously she squeezed her thighs together and sighed. She caught sight
of something in the corner or her eye and turned. There stood the gaunt
little man, peering at her curiously. "How do you feel" he said calmly.
"Strange" she said. "That will pass. Please, follow me. We will get you
dressed and on your way to the passenger lounge at the port. Once you board
your flight, you can rest." She rose from the chair, stopping to take a
moment to stretch, slowly and sensuously. She was more alert and aware of the
sensations flowing through her body then she ever had been. Finally she fell
into step beside him as they moved toward a door across the room. She was
aware of an extra, languid, sexual sway in her hips with every step. "What
about Jex… Robert… my husband?" "Males require a little longer to recover"
the gaunt man said quietly. For the first time in a long while he felt a
twinge of guilt at having to dissemble with the actual truth. There was
something not terribly fair about that. But in this case it was probably
necessary. A pity, he thought, he couldn’t tell her that her training had
included aspects to it that her male’s did not… aspects that were necessary
if she were to carry out the mission successfully. But that simply couldn’t
be helped. Debbie merely hummed her acknowledgement and followed him into the
smaller room where a long, low table had been laid out with a number of
unusual garments which she was surprised she instantly recognized. Something
inside her told her the items were of the finest quality. Good, she thought.
She deserved no less. Without another word, she began to undo the tiny
buttons down the front of the corset, her eyes sweeping over the selection of
garments, deciding what to wear for the flight.

Robert opened his eyes slowly, almost painfully. His head was throbbing, like
a really nasty hangover, and for some reason his shoulders and legs were
sore. But at least he didn’t feel any different. Did he? No, he decided, he
felt pretty much as he had before he’d sat down. Perhaps a little like he was
coming down off a drunk but that was about the only change. So, he wondered,
what was all that about then? Strange. And probably some sort of meaningless
- Instantly the thought flashed into his mind that there was something he was
supposed to be doing right now. Instinctively his head snapped to the side
and a shudder of horror rolled through him to realize that the chair in which
Debbie had been sitting was now empty. And a moment later a mountain of
information came tumbling down through his consciousness. Jex, that was the
name he was supposed to answer to. And she was Jem, the feminine form. No
wait, he corrected himself, his was the masculine form of her name. That’s
right, he thought, narrowing his focus on the jumble of thoughts that seemed
to be bombarding him from deep inside his mind. He had taken, or rather been
given her name. Except that they weren’t married. Not as Jem and Jex. But
they were. Robert and Debbie were. She was his wife. And he was her…. what.
He furrowed his brow. The ache between his temples made it difficult for him
to pull any fully coherent thought out for close examination. He looked
around the room but the motion of his head caused a wave of throbbing to
shoot across his forehead and he moaned. "Don’t move suddenly" he heard the
little gaunt man say from somewhere in front of him. Slowly Robert fixed on
where the dwarfish man was standing, squinting against the glow of the room.
"You really should be getting ready for your trip" the little man was saying.
Yes, Robert thought, that’s true. I’m needed. Slowly he nodded his head and
pushed himself up from the seat, swaying  slightly as his body adjusted to
the new position, then stepping toward the little man who turned and led him
to an opening beyond which was a small room with a table on which were laid
out some garments which, to his surprise, Robert recognized as appropriate
for a Kaliel… which was a sort of combination butler and… something else, he
couldn’t quite grasp. "My head really hurts" he said quietly. "That will
pass" the gaunt man said. "What you need is a long rest. You will be able to
take that on the journey. For now you really must get ready. There’s not much
time." Robert nodded once more and reached for the breeches. Absently he
recognized that they were of the finest quality as he worked the cords at the
waist and crotch.

Within ten minutes he was dressed and the gaunt man ushered him back into the
large room. His head still throbbed and he felt slightly foggy and unfocused.
But when he caught sight of Debbie he almost tripped over his feet as he
halted. She was a vision, her long, curvaceous frame swathed in a shimmering,
almost transparent bolt of purplish cloth that wound around her from
shoulders to the floor. Beneath it he could make out another tight, wide
strip of cloth that accentuated her breasts, lifting them invitingly and
allowing the hard buds of her nipples to jut almost defiantly. But more than
this swimming apparition of loveliness was the expression on her face. She
almost seemed to glow with a combination of calm assurance and sensual
challenge, her mouth curved slightly at the corners in an amused, superior
grin. She looked him over carefully. "Well" she cooed "aren’t you a sight."
"You’re not so bad yourself" he managed to say through a short throb of pain
just above and between his eyes. "Please" the gaunt man said, stepped toward
the door through which they had entered the large room, "we must hurry now."
"Of course" Debbie said, her voice quietly assuring. She turned to Robert,
cocking an eyebrow invitingly. "Shall we?" And then, without waiting, she was
moving toward the door, following the gaunt little man who bustled out of the
room and climbed into the drivers seat of the small cart. Robert pulled his
eyes wide as if struggling to clear them, shook his head and was rewarded by
a small pulsing ache, and moved to follow them.